Crank up the victrola
Let the music ring.
It'll soon make everything alright.

Outside the cold cuts through me.
Icy shoulder of society.
When the world closes in,
I let it begin.
Reach for the needle. I'm free.

Crank up the victrola
Karmic message spinning round.
I am high upon the sound tonight.

Abuse is the gift that you bring me.
Wrapped up with a bow prettily.
When I'm on the ground.
I just put the needle down.
Reach for the volume. I'm free.

Crank up the victrola
Let the music ring.
It'll soon make everything alright.

"You can't fight the system" you tell me.
Yet it's the system that won't let me be.
So I wind till it's wound.
Drop the needle down.
Turn up the volume. I'm free.

Crank up the victrola
Karmic message spinning round.
I am high upon the sound tonight.
Crank up the victrola
Let the music ring.
It'll soon make everything alright.
alright. alright. alright.

Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 2006 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)